You said you wanted to feel alive,
so we went to the beach.
You were born in July, ‘95
in a deadly heat.
You say you’re a winter bitch,
but summer’s in your blood.
You can’t help but become the sun.

When you moved to Chicago
you were spinning out.
When you don’t know who you are,
you fuck around to find out.
When you called me from the train,
water freezing in your eyes,
you were happy and I wasn’t surprised.

And it feels good to be known so well.
I can’t hide from you like I hide from myself.

Now you’re moving in,
breaking a sweat on your upper lip
and getting pissed about humidity
and the leaky faucet.
You already hurt my feelings three times
in the way only you could.

But it feels good to be known so well.
I can’t hide from you like I hide from myself.
I remember who I am when I’m with you.
Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue.

You’ve never done me wrong
except for that one time
that we don’t talk about
because it doesn’t matter anymore.
Who won the fight?
I don’t know.
We’re not keeping score.

And it feels good to be known so well.
I can’t hide from you like I hide from myself.
I remember who I am when I’m with you.

Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue.